Author's Note: Before my eyes, this story keeps progressively growing, and it has slipped like a recently caught fish, right our of my slimy, perverse fingers. Please savor it, and cry your eyes out, as you learn of the tragic twist in the lives of this fanfiction's new characters- Captain Maggots and Moth!

Gleefully, Captain Maggots waved her thin, clownish hands through the air, wistfully whistling the Planet Asylum work anthem. Her compatriot on this deserted planet,a respectable rat-bot named Sir Basil, walked with her through the moors that covered the vast variety of the landscape on this planet, which was on the brink of becoming uninhabitable for any living or sentient creature.

"COOKIES, TEA; COOKIES, TEA; TEA LACED WITH GIN; PEPPERED WITH DROPS OF VODKA; HAS THE CONSISTENCY OF RECENTLY SPILLED BLOOD… AHAHAHAHA… HEEEEHAAAA.." Captain Maggots sang boisterously, as though standing atop the beer-drenched tables of a smoky bar, on a remote planet. She still remembered that day, years ago, when she laid her eyes on Moth.

Moth was described by many of the unseemly men that populated the bars on these wasteland planets, as a feral child. Meaning, she was certifiably as insane, as herself. Being accustomed to insanity, Captain Maggots was very excited to make her acquaintance with moth.
Moth had wings that she had sewn on herself, using cast-off garments from the wastrels that were on this planet. She had a coy smile, and she batted her eyes shyly at Captain Maggots, as Captain Maggots drunkenly danced and sang a drunken chant about her tragic life that was saved in the end by the existence of tea and cookies.

She hoarsely yelled at that time, while doing an elaborate Irish jig, to the drunken delight of the men joyously clapping with the percussive, tip-tap, tip-tap, of her feet beating against the table. "WITHOUT TEA AND COOKIES, I AM A PIRATE NO MO-ORE!"

Moth flapped her white-linen wings in a congratulatory fashion. Captain Maggots swaggered to the edge of the table and honorably bowed, saying "Thank you sir! Thank you, Thank you!" The incessant chatter of the drunken crowd of gentlemen persisted. They could not get enough of the irresistible charm of Captain Maggots. Before the evening ended, they wanted to see her master the flaming hula-hoops of infernal doom once more.

Captain Maggots only remembered that vague smile that fleetingly flashed on Moth's face, before Captain Maggots continued on her way out of the bar. Dehydrated and starved, Captain Maggots and Sir Basil continued to forlornly crawl through the muddied terrain of the moors on Planet Asylum. It was that memory of Moth's slight smile,that one glimmer of the beauty of her inner soul, which made her forget that she was famished. Could Moth hidden away somewhere on Planet Asylum? Maybe, she was intrepidly searching for Captain Maggots, as well?

From some of the inmates, she once overheard them talk about Moth, and how she almost had her wings sheared off because the doctors were almost certain that the wings were a very vexing distraction, from the many bitter emotions that she sharply repressed. According to the doctors, cutting off her wings would make her focus intently on dealing with any dark emotions that she had fought off with a false persona of being a feral child.

Breaking off from thoughts of Moth, Captain Maggots stared ahead at the beautiful panorama of the universe, beyond the reaches of this moor-infested planet. She saw a large, mechanical star that had no glow because it was a monstrously dour structure, which hung loosely between the invisible arches between the moonlight and the grey sky of this melancholic planet.

Noticing the focus of Captain Maggot's attention, Sir Basel piped in "It is a Death Star, and that, my friend, is where Emilie Autumn, our savior, has escaped to."